I'm glad you all liked the last chapter, despite the angst. I think that's the saddest it's going to get, but don't think we're out of the darkness yet, we've got quite a few more chapters to go.
Technicolor Tex, Stitch won't catch anything bad from Holly, don't worry. The whole stuff with the sand turning black and the plants dying is representative of the connection between Angel and Stitch. The valley is sustained by their feelings for each other, and Hunkahunka's interference broke that connection and caused the valley to die. It'll come back to life once Angel and Stitch patch things up. And 625 didn't lose his virginity to Gantu; he lost it to Holly back in the lab years ago, when Pimp still had her fully under control. I don't know if he'll ever get laid anytime soon, however.
Story Weaver1, Hunkahunka picked up the pod using his strong claws and wrote the letter by typing it with his beak on a computer, using a font that made it look hand-written, then printed it out and placed it in Angel's dressing room.
Mimic12355, Stitch never saw Hunkahunka because it never occurred to him that the bird had a cloaking device. If it had, he would have looked around in infrared earlier and might have spotted Hunkahunka prematurely, which would have kept all the bad things from happening. Too bad they happened anyway.
Nukerisr, Hunkahunka was too terrified of Hamsterviel to dare to peck him again. Also, there's quite a few hours left till the spell reaches its climax, so there's still a chance the orgy can be stopped. David won't drown because even if he is in love with the sea, he's not stupid enough to go too far out from shore. Lilo won't shove a doll up Mertle's nose because it's still bandaged, and Angel reasonably wants nothing to do with Hunkahunka.
LTC, I agree with you about the abandonment crap, but I blame Disney for turning Lilo and Stitch into hypocrites. I have come up with logical explanations/excuses for why most of those experiments were abandoned. They may not be good ones, but they're still better than what Disney gave us. And I'm glad someone else agrees with me about 625. All the fics with him turning good and stuff are cute, but unrealistic. I doubt he'll ever change, and I'm sure the closest thing he'll ever have a romantic relationship with would be a sandwich, and that would end way too quickly.
Mona, thanks for naming 611. I still say your Christine is better than my version. A heavily armed shape-shifting car with a brain beats an idiotic planet-busting kamikaze in the coolness department any day. As for what's in the pod…you'll have to wait until the end of the chapter to find out!
Angel landed the Stitch Machine in its usual spot next to Jumba's ship (And the excursion vessel Stitch had 'liberated' from Gantu). She ran through the forest and entered the Pelekai household. "Jumba?" she called. "Jumba, are you here? I need your help!" There was no answer from the evil genius. Tuning in with her super hearing, she detected strange noises coming from upstairs. She followed the sound to the second story, pausing outside the door to Jumba and Pleakley's room, where she could hear the noise (which sounded oddly like moans and creaking springs) quite clearly. "Jumba?" She pushed open the door.
What she saw inside shocked her to the core and nearly rendered her blind (Like that one episode of King of the Hill where Hank saw his Mom doing it on the kitchen table). Jumba was in his bed, vigorously having sex with Nani. The force of their lovemaking made him bounce, causing the mattress springs to squeak as they shifted constantly to accommodate his massive weight. A moving bulge under the covers could only be Pleakley, who looked like he was desperately trying to find a way out. Angel screamed and covered her eyes. The shriek got Jumba's attention, causing him to pause in his lovemaking. "Eh? 624? What are you doing here? Go away, I am being busy!" he said angrily as Nani wrapped her arms around his thick torso, smiling dreamily.
Keeping her eyes tightly shut, Angel tried to answer. "I-I was just looking for you because I need help with something. I need information on Hunkahunka."
"323? Is on my computer." He grabbed the small electronic device from a nearby chair and threw it at her. She had to open her eyes a crack to catch it, causing her to get a glimpse of the naked Nani and Jumba, which made her squeal and shut her eyes again. "Now get out! I am being very busy!" he bellowed as Nani tried to kiss him.
"Right." She suddenly had a thought. "Do you have anything around here that can erase memories?"
Jumba frowned, annoyed that Angel was still there. "Whipped up batch of amnesia dust just the other day. Is on ship. Throw it at someone and say whatever it is you are wanting them to forget and it will be erased from their memories."
"Thanks, that's just what I need."
"Good. Now GET OUT!"
Before Angel could get out the door, Pleakley stuck his head out from under the covers, looking shell-shocked. "HELP ME!" he screamed. "For the love of Gorplack, HELP ME!"
"Get back down there!" Jumba shoved Pleakley back under the covers, forcing the cyclops' face into his crotch. "Heh heh…that is being more like it!"
Angel ran out of the room, slamming the door behind her. "Oh god…oh god…" she gasped.
From the room behind her, Nani started screaming, "Give it to me harder! Harder! HARDER!"
"Oh yes…OH YES!" shouted Jumba. "YESYESYESYESYES!"
"HELP MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!" Pleakley shrieked.
Angel made a choking noise as hideous mental images formed inside her head and ran out of the household, reentering the forest and making her way back to the landing area. She dashed into Jumba's ship and scoured his lab until she found a bag of white powder labeled 'Amnesia Dust. Do not touch!' She grabbed a handful and threw it into her face. "Jumba, Pleakley, and Nani in bed!" she cried. She instantly felt blissful ignorance of whatever she had seen back in the house. Angel sighed in relief and opened up the computer.
She found the file for 323 and scrolled down to the part that listed antidotes to his love power. There were two items listed there, water and 324. "324?" Angel tried to remember which experiment that was. She vaguely remembered hearing about 324 once or twice back in the lab, but never ran into her. It was a big community, after all. She clicked on the offered link. The screen cleared and loaded a new file, showing a large icon of a hummingbird much like Hunkahunka. This was Experiment 324. Angel scrolled down and started reading the file's information.
Experiment 324Primary function: Breeding hate in population
Can make people hate the first thing they see by pecking them and injecting a bit of special hate juice into their bloodstream. This experiment was originally being made as partner for 323. Their combined love and hate powers would be driving the populations of entire planets mad with lust and loathing, resulting in MASS CHAOS! Unfortunately, did not work as planned. Testing showed that while their powers worked well individually, joined together they caused problems. If 323 and 324 are both pecking the same person, instead of ripping person's mind apart with conflicting emotions their hate and love juices will be canceling out, resulting in balance and no change in victim. I was trying everything I could to fix this problem, including modifying one or the other's powers to evoke different levels of hatred or love or have slightly different effects, but result was always the same. They could not peck the same person without neutralizing each other's powers. I tried to split them up, but they were too attached to one another. So I just told them to never be pecking person who is already affected by the other's juice.
Antidotes: Water and 323"That's it!" Angel cried. "324 can break Hunkahunka's spell!" She frowned. "But first I'm going to have to find her. How am I going to do that?" She thought for a moment then slapped her forehead. "Duh, Finder can do it! I wonder why we never thought of using him to locate experiments before. Oh well, I've gotta get him and find 324 before it's too late!" She grabbed the bag of amnesia dust, thinking it might come in handy, and left.
001's pod sat inside a glass dome on Hunkahunka's ship. "Activate it," Hamsterviel commanded from a nearby communication screen. Hunkahunka pushed a button with his beak. A hose squirted the pod with water. The pod began glowing and swelled up in a black sphere of light. It burst open in a flash of darkness, revealing…
…A bloody pile of bones, flesh, and white fur. Hunkahunka recoiled in disgust. "I think it's a dud, sir."
"Don't be so sure. Wait a minute." They waited. The pile of blood and gore remained a pile of blood and gore. "Hmmph. How disappointing. That experiment could have been useful. I had things to ask him…" the doctor murmured, remembering events from the past. "Oh well. Jettison that garbage. We have much to discuss. I think your situation on Earth can still be remedied, despite your failure to capture 624. I have an idea…"
As Hamsterviel began outlining his new plan, Hunkahunka pressed a button, causing the remains of 001 to be sucked into a tube and ejected onto the ground outside the ship. They lay there for a moment, attracting flies, when a bone started to quiver. The remains began glowing black as they moved off the ground, reassembling themselves and solidifying back into their original form. Blood and bits of flesh came together over the bones, drawing on air molecules to fill in holes and fully repair the body. After a few moments, the regeneration process was completed.
The new creature inhaled the first breath of fresh air it had taken in a long time. He was of typical experiment height, covered in white fur and shaped somewhat like an Earth baboon with pointed, elfin ears and no nose. He had four eyes, two a typical black, and the others empty eye sockets with smoldering red lights in their depths. He looked around him in surprise. "I am not remembering this place…" he murmured. He shambled away from the ship, taking note of the vast amount of floral life around him. Bejeweled insects flew and crawled all over the place. Birds chirped in the trees overhead. "So much life…"
A colorful bird flew down from one of the trees and landed on the experiment's outstretched arm. It tweeted happily at this newcomer. "So much life…" he repeated. He opened the palm of his hand. The bird hopped into it, still chirping happily. A wicked smile came to the monkey's face. In a lightning-quick movement, he shut his hand, crushing the bird into a bloody paste. He stuffed the paste into his mouth and chewed on it hungrily, for he had not eaten in many years. Seeing what he had done, the other birds panicked and flew away. The white monkey swallowed the paste and chuckled. "I must be destroying it all." 001 bounded into the forest, causing grass and flowers to wither with his very presence. He had an old score to settle…and it just so happened the target of his revenge was somewhere close.
Sorry for the short update. I know what you're all thinking, not ANOTHER killing machine right? Well I've got plans for this guy, and if you don't like him you don't have to read this story. He's got a back-story that's a bit more interesting than that of your average homicidal maniac, as you will soon find out. Please review!